TranslationMay praises and songs, neither today nor tomorrow,but for all time, so long as you have the place, besweetest to you, O University; but may our foes,indeed, swiftly go to the crows. O Glory, Victory,and Virtue of everything, prosper, O University ofMichigan.

Michigan Medley

'Tis of Michigan We SingAnonymous

'Tis of Michigan we sing, With a merry, merr ring,As we gaily march along, We will sing a jolly song,Of Ann Arbor and her chimes, And the merry, merry times;Yes, a joyous soung we'll raise, to Ann Arbor and her praise.

Fill your tankards deep with wine, Drink a health to Michigan!In this sparkling flood divine, Drink a health to Michigan!To the cornflow'r and the maize, Autumn skies and opal haze, Of the Indian summer days.Fill your tankards deep; Drink a health to Michigan!

I Want to Go Back to MichiganAnonymous

I want to go back to Michigan,To dear Ann Arbor town,Back to Joe's and the Orient,And back to some of the money I spent,I want to go back to Michigan,To dear Ann Arbor town,I want to go back; I got to go back,To Michigan.

Oh! Father and Mother pay all the bills,And we have all the fun,In the friendly rivalry of college life, Hooray!And we have to figure a helluva lot,To tell what we have done,With the coin we blew at dear ole' Michigan!

Goddess of the Inland Seas

John Peters [Text: Charles M. Gayley, Class of 1878]

Sing no more the fair Aegean where the floating Cyclads shine,Nor the honeyed slopes Hyblaean, Nor the blue Sicilian brine,Sing no storied realms of morning, Robed in twilight memories:Sing the land befond a dorning with her zone of inland seas.

Lo, the sacred fires of knowledge in thy temple are enshrined.Through the cloisters of thy college, Chouses eternal wind!And all other incense scorning, Michigan we bring the these:Hearts of ours, and songs of dawning, Goddess of the inland seas.

I'll Ne'er Forget My College Days

I'll ne'er forget my college days,Those dear sincere old college days.I'll ne'er forget my Michigan',Twas there long friendships first began.At Michigan all hearts are true,All loyal to the Maize and Blue;There e'er will be a golden haze,Around those dear old college days.

Go Blue!

Philip A. Duey

In Old Ann Arbor town there are men of great renown;they are ever out to fight and win the game!On the court or on the field there's a will to never yieldand to bring our Alma Mater ev'ry fame.Here's a university whose name will ever bethe greatest and the fairest in the land.And we praise her far and nearwith our voices strong and clear,For we know wherever we go that none with her may stand.Go Blue! Let's go, Blue!We're here to cheer for you!Go Blue! Let's go, Blue!No matter what the others have got,they'll never come up to you.Go Blue! Let's Go Blue!We're here to see you through.M-I-C-H-I-G-A-N.Michigan, Go Blue!Go Blue! Let's go, Blue!We're here to cheer for you!Go Blue! Let's go, Blue!No matter what the others have got,they'll never come up to you.Go Blue! Let's go, Blue!We're here to see you through.M-I-C-H-I-G-A-N.Michigan, Go Blue!

The Hymn

Earl V. Moore, Class of 1912 [Text: J. Fred Lawton, Class of 1911]

Allseeing and allhearing God, great heav'nly voice, divine,We pray our voices, raised as one, may be attuned to thine.As we sing out a century of song with joyful air,And sing another century in, This is our humble prayer.Dear Father, Bless America,Oh keep her strong and good.May her brave songs fly 'round the world on wings of brotherhood.Inspire our songs of loyalty, And may thy blessing be On Michigan,Dear Michigan, Our University.

The Friar's Song

Let sordid folks their sordid ways of duties go at tending,Let money grubbing tradesmen mean their narrow life go spending,While we who scarce can clothe our backs, can look on them with pity,What know they of the joys of life, What lass would call them witty!So... Drink! Drink! Joy rules the day, Who will have thought of the 'morrow?Drink! Drink! Hearts are all gay, Who has the time now for sorrow?Sing! Sing! Ev'ryone join, All raise your voices in line,Our own brotherhood, So care free and good,Oh! Here's to your health, lads, and mine.

In College Days (The Old Friar's Song)

Harold M. Bowman, Class of 1900

Where no one asks the who or why, Where no one doth the sinner plyWith his embarrassments of guile, Where's ne'er a frown but brings a smile,And cares are crimes, 'tis sin to sigh,'Tis wrong to let a jest go by, where hope is truth and life is nigh, The bournes of the Enchanted Isle,In College Days.

Then Raise the rosey goblet high, The singer's chalice and belieThe tongues that trouble and defile, For we have yet a little whileTo linger, You and Youth and I,In College days.To linger, You and Youth and IAt Michigan.

The Bum Army

Ev'rybody get out of the way for here we come!See our troop of gallant soldier boys.All we've got are our uniforms and a big base drum,But these are all we need to make a noise.We're the gallant sturdy soldiers of Captain Bum!Can't you see our military poise?We're from the land of Uncle Sam, Europe and Irup and Srup and Jam, And not a one of us gives a damn! (Sigh)We're always on a tear.For, We are the Bum Army,Fighting for a full canteen,We are the very best,Soldiers of the Ace, King, Queen, Jack, ten, nine!We fight with all our might, For all the boze we ever see.Hip! Hip! Hooray for the Bum Army!

You can see us parading the streets most ev'ry night; Of the midnight march we never tire.Always ready if anyone wants a real, live fight!For bravery we certainly admire.When we fight we never waver left nor right.We're as cool as ice when underfire.We just give 'em the Army yell, and back right into the shot and shell, And when we're beaten we run like... (Phew)We very seldom win.For, We fuss the Ypsi girls,Ypsilanti maids are fine.We call most ev'ry night.Alwaysleave at half past nine, ten, eleven, twelve!We praise the taking ways,Dimpled cheeks and wavy curls.Sssssssssss. Booooom! Ahhhhh.... (Whistle)Hooray for the Ypsi Girls! Ta ra ra Here's to the Jay Hop Girls.They have got their frat pins on.They wear engagement rings,See them spakle One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six!High heels, and automobiles,Ruby lips and wavy curls.Ta ra ra ra ra ra Hooray for the Jay Hop Girls!Ta ra ra We fight with all our might, For all the booze we ever see.Hip! Hip! Hoory for the Bum Army! Hip!

Varsity

Earl V. Moore, Class of 1912 [Text: J. Fred Lawton, Class of 1911]

Men of Michigan onto victory, Ev'ry man in ev'ry play.Michigan expects her Varsity to win today!Rah! Rah! Win for Michigan! Varsity, Down the field.Never yield, Raise high our shield.March on to victory for Michigan,And the Maize and BlueOh Varsity, We're for you,Here for you to cheer for you.We have no fear for you. Oh Varsity!

Victors

Louis Elbel, Class of 1899

Now for a cheer they are here,triumphant!Here they come with banners flying,In stalwart step they're nighing,With shouts of vict'ry crying,We hurrah, hurrah, we greet you now,Hail!

Far we their praises singFor the glory and fame they've bro't usLoud let the bells them ringFor here they come with banners flyingFar we their praises tellFor the glory and fame they've bro't usLoud let the bells them ringFor here they come with banners flyingHere they come, Hurrah!

Hail! to the victors valiantHail! to the conqu'ring heroesHail! Hail! to Michiganthe leaders and bestHail! to the victors valiantHail! to the conqu'ring heroesHail! Hail! to Michigan,the champions of the West!

We cheer them againWe cheer and cheer againFor Michigan, we cheer for MichiganWe cheer with might and mainWe cheer, cheer, cheerWith might and main we cheer!

Hail! to the victors valiantHail! to the conqu'ring heroesHail! Hail! to Michigan,the champions of the West!

The Yellow and Blue

Michael W. Balfe [Text: Charles M. Gayley, Class of 1878]

Sing to the colors that float in the light;Hurrah for the Yellow and Blue!Yellow the stars as they ride through the nightAnd reel in a rollicking crew;Yellow the field where ripens the grainAnd yellow the moon on the harvest wain;-Hail!Hail to the colors that float in the lightHurrah for the Yellow and Blue!

Blue are the billows that bow to the sunWhen yellow-robed morning is due.Blue are the curtains that evening has spunThe slumbers of Phoebus to woo;Blue are the blossoms to memory dearAnd blue is the sapphire and gleams like a tear;-Hail!Hail to the ribbons that nature has spun;Hurrah for the Yellow and Blue!

Here's to the college whose colors we wear,Here's to the hearts that are true!Here's to the maid of the golden hair,And eyes that are brimming with blue!Garlands of bluebells and maize intertwine,And hearts that are true and voices combine;-Hail!Hail to the college whose colors we wear;Hurrah for the Yellow and Blue!